106) united more and more closely in the bonds of a common sympathy and a tender helpfulness.

To the enemy, until he was captured, they were flint and iron; to one another they were friends and brothers.
It always took a long time to pass down the trenches.

There were so many men I knew and I could not pass them without a short conversation.

Time, in the line had really no meaning, except in the matter of "standing to" or "changing guard".

On fine days, the life was not unpleasant.